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On the sunny hillside above the village, Kelvin stands beside grazing sheep, kicking small pebbles. Below, Village people wave up toward him from the cottages, morning light gleaming on rooftops.
Kelvin, seven, with medium brown hair, watched sheep above the village. Twenty villagers waved up at him. "I'm bored," Kelvin sighed. "Please be honest," the villagers called. He kicked pebbles and imagined excitement.
Under bright noon sun on the grassy hill, Kelvin laughs with hands cupped around his mouth as Village people reach him panting. Sheep scatter nearby, and no wolf is in sight.
Kelvin grinned and shouted, "Wolf! Wolf!" The group of twenty villagers ran up the hill. "Where is it?" someone cried. Kelvin laughed, "Got you!" The hillside held only sheep and sunshine.
At the hilltop in late afternoon, Kelvin smirks while Village people stand halfway down the slope, shaking warning fingers. A looming black cloud creeps over distant forest, dimming golden light.
"That trick isn't funny," the villagers said, breathless. "Sorry," Kelvin smirked, already planning. "Next time, tell the truth," they warned. They trudged downhill; Kelvin snickered. A black cloud crawled over distant trees.
On the sunlit hill, Kelvin pounds a wooden stick against rocks, shouting, while Village people trudge upward more slowly. Their disappointed faces contrast his mischievous grin; gentle breeze ruffles tall grass.
Again, "Wolf!" Kelvin cried, pounding a stick. The twenty villagers ran, slower this time. "Where now?" they asked. Kelvin pointed nowhere and cackled. "Kelvin, enough," the villagers scolded, disappointed.
Dusk colors the hillside pink as Kelvin stands atop, grinning wickedly. Below, Village people groan yet climb the slope once more, lanterns swaying and long shadows stretching across sheep-nibbled turf.
"One more lie, and we won't come," they said. Kelvin rolled his eyes. "Wolf! Help!" he bellowed later, grinning. The group climbed again, groaning. No wolf appeared; only echoing laughter.
Under grey twilight on the hill, Kelvin sprints downhill, eyes wide, while A wolf—huge and black—lunges after him through rustling leaves. Its gleaming eyes and bared teeth catch the fading light.
Leaves rustled; a big black wolf stepped out. Its eyes gleamed; it growled, "Grrrr." Kelvin froze, then ran downhill. "Wolf! It's real!" he shouted, terrified. The wolf bounded after him, fast.
In the lamplit village square, Kelvin kneels, pleading, while Village people stand in a semicircle with arms folded. Behind them, shuttered windows tremble at a distant howl drifting through night air.
"Help me!" Kelvin pleaded, bursting into the square. Twenty villagers folded their arms. "Not this time," they replied. "I'm not lying," Kelvin cried, pointing back. A distant howl wobbled the windows.
Outside the village well at dawn, Kelvin points to fresh pawprints in the mud while Village people crouch, studying them. A shifting shadow behind a stone wall hints at A wolf lurking nearby.
"Please! I lied before, but it's here!" he said. "Describe it," the villagers said. "A big black wolf," Kelvin gasped. They saw pawprints and a shifting shadow. "To the hill, together!" the group shouted.
On the wind-swept hillside midday, Village people charge upward in a tight line, gripping ropes and beating drums. Kelvin keeps close behind them, determined expression on his small face as tufts of grass bend.
"Grab ropes and drums!" someone called. Twenty villagers formed a brave line. "Stay behind us, Kelvin," they said, running. Feet pounded; hearts thumped together. They stormed the hill toward the growling shape.
At the hill crest under bright clouds, Village people wave ropes and pound drums while Kelvin shouts beside them. Startled, A wolf bares teeth, then pivots mid-stride to flee toward the dark forest.
The wolf snarled; villagers banged drums and waved. "Go, wolf!" they shouted, shaking ropes. Kelvin echoed, "Please leave!" Startled, the big black wolf turned and fled. Cheers followed, then quiet breathing.
In morning sunlight outside a cottage, Kelvin sweeps fallen leaves while Village people watch with approving smiles from the doorway. A bucket and broom rest beside him, showing his promise of hard work and honesty.
"I'm sorry I lied," Kelvin said, eyes wet. "We'll help, but honesty matters," the villagers replied. "I'll earn trust," Kelvin promised. He told truths, did chores, listened. Slowly, the village believed again.
On a calm afternoon near the hill fence, Kelvin stands beside Village people, all gazing over peaceful green slopes dotted with sheep. Warm light bathes their relaxed faces as they clasp hands in shared promise.
"Honesty keeps everyone safe," Kelvin said softly. The twenty villagers nodded. "When we trust, we act fast," they agreed. Kelvin smiled at peaceful hills and sheep. Together, they promised truth, every day.